We must be nowhere

With a coffee-stained map,

and a cracked compass,

how were we supposed to find our way?

We're going nowhere fast,

we're going nowhere.

Ask me from the backseat,

"Are we there yet?"

and I'll reply,

"If I am here,

and so are you,

we must be nowhere."

A trail of breadcrumbs to lead us

back to reality,

we signal the birds to descend and feast:

we don't want to find our way home.

An escape,

we've escaped;

we are more free than anyone

could ever imagine.

To disappear,

we have succeeded.

I am only visible to you,

and you to me--

this is all we've ever wanted.

"If I am here,

and so are you,

we must be nowhere."

To disappear,

we have succeeded.